A/N: Bloodstones can carry a lot.
Tournesol dashed away tears, scrambling to Caerulus’ bloodied head to tip potions between ivory fangs. Darkfire fights psionics. It’ll clean out the shulassakar’s sonic blast, while the water-healing goes after the demon-burns. It’ll be enough. It will.
A long pink tongue stirred, and the dragon’s throat shuddered as he swallowed. “…Ugh.” Topaz eyes blinked, blearily focusing on her. “How are we alive?”
Tournesol sniffled, then put on the fiercely brave face she knew her father would want to see. “The prime retriever swallowed the Eye of Destruction. In a bag of holding.”
“That is where I had it, yes,” Caerulus said gruffly, lifting his bloodied head with a wince as gaping wounds began to heal. “The astral energies seemed to keep the damned thing quiet. They wouldn’t have created a blast like that, unless….” The dragon blinked. “Impossible.”
“No.” Tournesol took a deep breath. “Connlan used shadow magic to seal a portable hole into Pureshriek’s blade.”
For the first time she could remember, her father was at an utter loss for words. He knew better than most how explosive that combination would be. If, and only if, the blade had deliberately severed the bag. “But… how?”
“Never stare into a campfire. It ruins your night vision.” The medusa rounded Caerulus’ shoulder, tipping his wand of healing up to cool before its next use. “And it makes so many shadows.”